A solitary chef or kitchenhand takes a break after the lunch rush. The laneway is deserted. His motorbike is nearby. There is no traffic, no people, no history. The moment is. I’m the voyeur / flaneur who wanders the city with time to see these fragments of existence.

citylane City laneways

City laneways

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *